Ziegfried reached into his pocket and pulled out a black ring. Perched on it’s metal band was a clear crystal with a small, dancing flame entombed within it. The vampire had always enjoyed the finer things in undeath and this ring was no exception. He recalled the merchant he had acquired it from who had described its potent ability to incinerate any foe in battle. A wonderful opportunity to test it had just presented itself on someone who desperately needed a lesson in humility.
The Tomb King Balhazzar crawled on his skeleton appendages in front of the vampire. Ziegfriend’s irresistible gaze (although what part of the vampire wasn’t irresistible) had charmed the enemy Tomb King to act like a mere infant. The vampire bent down to look his bony opponent eye to eye socket. He pointed to the fiery ring now on his index finger and then spoke the words slowly, over-pronouncing every syllable with his lips.
“This is for you,” Ziegfried said. Without skin it was difficult for Balhazzar to display any facial reactions to the threat. Nonetheless Ziegfried could see the fear start to freeze up every joint the shambling skeleton had. This would teach the Tomb King what it meant to oppose a Von Carstein (and for recent unforgivable actions that would not be dwelt on.)
Ziegfried braced himself before swinging his mace overhead right onto the dominated ruler. The radiant energy normally surrounding his mace suddenly took on the fiery appearance of the ring’s flame. Balhazzar was slammed into the stone floor with such force the tiles cracked beneath him as he was covered in flame. The flame spread out a ring, igniting everything around the Tomg King aside from Ziegfried himself. The nearby Liche Priest and surrounding carrion birds burnt up into nothing. Even poor Wealdmaer was not spared injury from the fiery destruction (although Ziegfried had warned him to move back beforehand.)
Ziegfriend smiled in response to the inferno he had just created. The ring had been worth every coin he paid for it.